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In Tatters

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I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply
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Our Sacred Ritual

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My naked body swayed in earthy lust, begging to be filled with Him.  His beautiful beads danced and slithered across my curves, and my pale thighs straddled His dark, trim, solid frame even as His stiff shaft rose like tree trunk from His groin demanding service.  Somehow I resisted the urgency that had flooded my system.  I smiled and reached for the twinkling strand of feminine sexuality at my waist.  With a quick twist, it was free.  My fingers quickly gathered the length in my palm, and I licked my lips.  Yes, this felt so very right... He'd surprised me when He pulled the string of pretty pale green beads out of His pocket for me, but what shocked me was how they called to my soul more than any piece of clothing, lingerie, or jewelry that has ever touched my skin.  When my African King had laid their smooth surface against me to dance against my warm curves, He said, "These are from my people. I wanted to give you something of my culture."   I was humbled.  In Hi
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Of Pain & Punishment

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My mind is full.  Over the course of the next 48 hours there will likely be a myriad of posts.  Call it intellectual purging.  This month has been insanely packed not just with holidays but also significant family events and travel, as well as emotionally taut incidences.  I simply haven't had the bandwidth, the energy, or the willpower to sort through the tangled ball of yarn that have been my thoughts.  I crashed hard and deep for about three days this week and once again most of today.  To any I may have inadvertently been slow to respond to bare with me.  It's not you...it's simply I needed to recover as well as sort through and release my thoughts so that I once again have mental and emotional space for more. He punished me. I had no warning.  I had no preparation. I could and did and do argue miscommunication at a certain level.  However, despite all that, I can't lie.  My actions were deliberate.  I knew that at the time.  Why I did/didn't do those th
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The Magical Course of Conversation Before Play

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I needed this... Midori's Create Amazing Scenes: Get into their Heads Needed. Needed.  NEEDED. I learned much, but I was fucking reminded more. I. Need. the fucking CONVERSATION. Impossibly somehow I'd lost that.  I'd lost the dialog.  The banter.  The teasing.  The flirting.  The mental exploration of possibilities.  The opening of the door to the mindfuck. All of it.  Was just. Gone.  ~sigh~  I'd lost all the exquisite communication beforehand that lays the groundwork for all the magic that we do with each other. It isn't any single person's fault or influence.  Over the last seven years...between busy schedules, misinterpretation of others' lines, miscommunications, others' waning efforts and crumbling mirages, my struggle to find others truly willing to lead...Between all of that I've simply continued to get quieter and quieter and quieter.  Why waste time talking if no one is actually listening?  If no one truly intends to try a
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The Symphony of Pain

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Tell me...What is your relationship with Pain today? Is it a comforting friend? A brutal foe to endure or conquer? An entertaining date who provides temporary distraction? The thrilling dance partner? A longed for lover that seduces you to submit your dark hedonistic desires? Or the monster to torment and devour your willing soul? A palm’s sharp blow. The rhythmic licks of the floggers' fall.  A paddle’s thunderous smack. The snap and slap of a belt’s lash. A crop’s brutal bite.  The vicious strike of a cane. A whip’s hot kiss. Their impact varies but can all be manipulated with the mindfuck. The best Sadists pluck those mental and emotional strings to accompany pain’s delicious melody and orchestrate a symphony. When the last note rings in the air how will you want to feel? Soothed or victorious? Relaxed or exhilarated? Post orgasmic, sated, and high from sexual bliss? Or an exhausted sobbing heap on the floor broken and bruised? Tell me.
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Drip

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My flesh reflects my soul’s original flame. A sacred Goddess of intimate lustful beginnings.  My sexuality drips. From the mounds of my lush breasts. Across the valley of my waist and round curve of my hip. Down the globes of my plump pale ass.  Drip.        Drip.               Drip. I am.  The thousand sins You desire. The apple’s warm sweet nectar. Born in the wickedness of my mind. Falls from my lips and clings with longing to beaded red nipples.  Only the worthy lap at the fountain of my deviant desires. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. More than can be conquered. The whispered disapproval of old hags and broken balls. Amuses my shredded morality. I stand tall, proud on the crumbled ruins of their bitterness. And watch as they choke and drown under my sensual storm. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. A force of nature they will never possess nor control.  Unable to fathom the sweet surre
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The Slash

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There’s much talk about being a sub, being a slave, property, pet or being a Dom, being a Master, Owner, etc. We have classes, discussions, writings, debates about how to be the most fantastical at whatever role you identify as yours. I’m not hating. I absolutely participate in and enjoy and learn from all of the conversations too. There's also the Great Debate.  Who truly has the control? The Dom! No! The sub. And then there's the whole...submission is the ultimate gift. SMH. The answer to the Great Debate is both equally hold control. Anyone that argues differently is a damn fool.  A Dom with no sub has no one but HimHerSelf to control.  Sub-Has-Control-ers...try submitting when there's no Dominance. I've tried it...trust me when I tell you that's a lot of things, but it ain't D/s and it ain't holding control. When you're throwing your submission at a brick wall, your submission damn sure ain't some grand omnipotent gift either. Tha
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Unleash My Storm

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A buildup of desire. A flood of energy with nowhere to go. Emotions that batter and bruise. Though I try to dissipate the chaos. I am exhausted in the continued denial of my need. And the storm rages below my surface for release. Dark thunder pounds through my mind in search of resting place for my submission. Vicious lighting crawls through my veins seeking pain and punishment. An agony of insatiable lust licks and torments my every nerve. FUCK...Unleash the storm in me! I want nothing gentle or kind. The full blunt force of primal hunger and Dominance. Is the only fucking cure for my twisted sinful lusts. Show me that dark merciless beast in Your soul. Take from me all that You wish. With a cruelty born of pure greed and demand. My soul begs... For pain and suffering that pushes reality to the far reaches. To be used with brutal Sadistic intent until I'm a crumpled broken mess at His feet. I am desperate for His fury and passion. My lioness roars to be
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